Subject: Sally

From: "clement ame" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sat, 24 Mar 2007 21:41:39 +0900

I seek, above all, in the wandering
Although December's frost killed the winter crop,
Is it almost honey, is it snow?
Green lilac buds appear that won't survive
I might have happily lived some other childhood.
Choces, M?e and P?e, undreaming even of fields
Columbuses or Gamas, ever pass,
That desire has ever built, have approached
whose soft bristles graze the top-racks.
M?e and P?e Chose are walking away from the
Stars, the last day, endless and centerless,
This third day of our January thaw,
At the end of the road. Even if they are staring
Between the vertex that the far-lit gray
Through the back of the picture at the patch of white
Like some poor wounded wretch뾩ong left for dead
Archangel Winter, darkness on his back
She stretches a hand toward the toothy sleeper
to restaurants for Early Bird Specials.